The Great Dream God

In the endless darkness, the deep and mysterious cave was like the throat of a giant beast, swallowing up the faint light. Lisa was walking alone in this cold and damp cave, taking every step firmly and powerfully.

She was carrying her comrade Meng Jin on her back. His body looked extremely weak from his severe injuries, and the flame of his life was shaky.

Although the burden almost crushed her thin shoulders, her eyes were still bright, without any hesitation or complaint.

Lisa's breathing was steady and firm, and her footsteps echoed in the empty cave, as if playing a silent hymn for this silent world. She held Meng Jin tightly with both hands, and moved carefully every time, for fear of shaking his fragile body.

Lisa's fingers were trembling, but her movements were extremely gentle, as if she was afraid of disturbing Meng Jin's fragile peace.

She slowly and carefully placed him on a piece of soft grass, every step was so cautious, as if every step carried her worry and concern.

Meng Jin's name flowed from her lips like a breeze, so light that it was almost inaudible, but so firm that it could not be ignored. Although his voice was weak, it was like the light of dawn, penetrating the silence around him and bringing Lisa a sense of direction.

She stared at Meng Jin, her eyes filled with worry, a kind of unspeakable regret and tension. Her eyes were like an endless ocean, full of deep concern for Meng Jin.

Lisa leaned down gently, close to his ear, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear. That gentleness was like the warm sunshine in spring, warm but not scorching. She told Meng Jin to keep his inner peace and rest at ease, and never aggravate the pain of the wound because of a momentary impulse.

However, the scene that unfolded before Lisa's eyes was completely beyond her expectations. Meng Jin stubbornly stood up slowly from the ground, and every movement he made seemed so firm, as if those deep wounds that could be seen to the bone were just insignificant scratches to him.

This scene was like a sudden bolt of lightning that struck Lisa's heart. She was confused and shocked, unable to understand how Meng Jin could recover his strength so quickly after suffering such a severe blow.

The answer gradually emerged in the tense silence. It turned out that the secret of all this was hidden in the unknown connection between Mengjin and the fiery red bird. Ever since Mengjin tamed the red bird with fearless courage and wisdom, a wonderful bond had been established between them, as if it was the magic of nature, interweaving Mengjin's vitality with the power of the red bird.

The power of the red bird was like an endless spring of life, flowing silently into Meng Jin's body, nourishing every inch of his injured skin and every tired nerve. The wound healed at an astonishing speed, and the recovery ability was almost against common sense, as if Meng Jin's body was endowed with a regenerative ability beyond that of ordinary people.

At this moment, the dream world in the cave seemed to come alive, and a thrilling transformation took place. The red bird, which had been severely injured by Meng Jin's fierce attack and had once fallen into an endless sleep, miraculously flapped its wings and revived, leaping up from the ground, like a flame that pierced through the quiet dream and soared into the sky.

Every time its wings flapped, it was powerful, as if telling of its tenacious vitality and unyielding spirit. Finally, the red bird flew in front of Meng Jin and Lisa in a kingly manner, with a bright and powerful gaze.

Lisa's eyes widened in fear, her face turned as pale as paper. She couldn't connect the red bird in front of her with the once ferocious enemy. All this happened too suddenly and beyond her imagination, making her feel extremely shocked and uneasy.

However, Meng Jin seemed unusually calm, with a firm and confident look in his eyes. He gently held Lisa's shaking hand and explained to her that he had established a deep emotional bond with the red bird, and that the previous conflict between them had been replaced by understanding and forgiveness.

Now, the red bird is no longer their enemy, but a loyal friend who will protect them instead of bringing danger.

Meng Jin straightened his back, his eyes sparkling, and he announced to Lisa in an unquestionable tone that he had unlocked the secret bond with the fiery red bird, as if there was an extraordinary tacit understanding between them that enabled him to harness this wild and powerful force of fire.

Every word he uttered was powerful, like hot lava, melting away all doubts and disbelief, making all the questioning voices around him disappear invisibly.

Lisa's eyes were attracted by the fiery red bird, with confusion and curiosity intertwined in her eyes. She stared at the red bird, and each of its feathers was shining with golden light in the blazing fire, like a star falling into the flames, mysterious and solemn. The existence of the red bird itself is like a mystery, and it is impossible not to be in awe of it.

Seeing Lisa's reaction, Meng Jin extended his hand without hesitation. It was a sincere invitation, inviting her to step into this wonderful world together. They stepped onto the burning back of the red bird side by side, as if they had crossed an invisible boundary, which was the intersection of reality and fantasy.

The red bird streaked across the sky like a blazing meteor, instantly rising from the edge of the horizon and passing through the majestic and mysterious cave at an astonishing speed. Its wings were like the instigator of a storm, and every flap of its wings stirred up a violent gust of wind, creating ripples in the cave. The stone walls seemed to tremble slightly under the baptism of the wind, as if whispering the power and majesty of the red bird.

They soared in the blue sky, all the way to the distant horizon, where the scenery was familiar and intimate to them. After a while of flying, the red birds finally landed steadily on an ancient tree, and hidden in the tree canopy was a bird's nest that they had returned to countless times.

In the nest, the huge and mysterious monster egg no longer exists, replaced by a group of lively little birds. They have not yet fully grown their feathers, but have already shown fearless vitality. The sound of their flapping wings and chirping is crisp and melodious, as if it is the purest music of nature, and every note is full of the joy of new life and expectations for the future.

The red birds also joined in the joyful symphony, letting out deep and powerful roars that echoed through the caves and woods, announcing their return and celebrating the birth of new life.

Meng Jin moved gently and cautiously, as if afraid to disturb any tranquility, and gracefully jumped off the back of the fiery red bird. His toes gently touched the ground, like a leaf falling silently, and landed steadily in the softness of the bird's nest. Every move he made was full of respect and care for life.

He looked down at the little birds that had just hatched from their shells, his clear eyes filled with endless love and care. These tiny lives, every weak breath, every tender chirp, stirred ripples in his heart. He seemed to be able to see their future soaring and hear their freedom singing in the wind.

Then, he slowly turned around, his eyes were like torches, and he looked directly at Lisa who was not far away. His eyes were full of determination and sincerity, and he made a suggestion to her, a wish from the bottom of his heart. He hoped to share these birds with Lisa.